MYO-383: Natuffa

Natuffa is an old soul. Usually slightly kranky, but she really does mean well.

Her soul hails from a long forgotten universe that fell apart at its seams. the breaking apart of the universe resulted in the death of everyone who resided there, herself included. She woke up in the cottage-esque interior of her home as she remembered it, but it was a slightly different shape. Once shed looked around, she caught sight of herself in the mirror and took a few moments to just look herself over, impressed that whatever powers that may be had opted to keep her close to her old self in appearance, granted, slightly more saturated, and without the peg-leg shed gotten from an accident in her old life. Beside the full length mirror sat her trusty weapon and walking stick; The Needle. With a content sigh, she picks it up to check it over before transfering it to her right front paw for use, and headed for the door. She liked her new appearance, though the ear tag was a bit odd to her, and the fact that she was still a stuffed animal confused her, at least until she opened the door to the outside world. Outside was a stark contrast to her cottage-style decor, buzzing lights, city street, and a seemingly endless Concrete Jungle.